Page 149 of Trick Shot

I slip into the first room that I see, my fingers shaking as I close the door behind me—not all the way. Just enough to hear.

The room is shadowed, only a single bedside lamp glows low in the corner.

I walk up to the giant four-poster bed, drop to my hands and knees, and slide under.

My chest is heaving from all the running and adrenaline, my skin is buzzing, and my thighs are slick with desire. I press my hand between my legs and feel the heat already soaking through my panties.

Jesus.

Every part of me is vibrating. I should be scared. I am scared. But I’m more than that. I’m aching because I know what’s coming. I know how he hunts.

I know what he does when he finds me.

I lie there in the dark, my cheek pressed to the cold wood floor, my breath shaky, my ears straining. I’m waiting, listening for any sign of him. And then I hear the slow thud of boots getting closer. One footstep, then another, until they’re inside.

I slap a hand over my mouth, my pulse going into overdrive. And in the sliver of light, I see his black boots. He walks in like he has all the time in the world. I can’t see anything except his shoes, but I feel his presence.

I try to steady the sound of my breath as it stutters out of me. His voice slices through the silence like a knife, low and distorted behind the Ghostface mask.

“You really think you can hide from me, Bunny?”

My whole body locks. I try to stay still and quiet, but I know he already knows where I am.

He’s playing.

“You should know better by now.”

His boots stop right in front of the bed. And for a second, it’s silent again—so quiet that the pounding in my chest feels like it’s echoing across the room.

I close my eyes and try to breathe through my nose. But suddenly, rough hands clamp around my ankles.

I scream, clawing at the floor as he drags me out from under the bed in one fast, brutal motion. I shriek—half from surprise, half from how goddamn hot it is to be hunted like this.

I’m on my back now, pinned beneath him. His body covers mine completely.

“Got you.” That mask stares down at me, black eyes empty, mouth curved in that forever scream.

His breathing is heavier—not out of breath, just… restrained. Like he’s holding back.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”

His hand wraps around my throat—not tight, just enough to make me feel it.

“Do you know what happens now?”

I swallow hard. My thighs clench. My hips twitch up toward him like my body’s making the decision before my brain can.

“Jace…” I whisper his name.

That’s when the hand around my throat tightens—just enough to shut me up.

“Jace isn’t here,” he growls.

Fuck.

My pussy squeezes around nothing as I try to claw at his forearm.

“Ghost,” I correct myself.